Winter stares at the woman, just stares for what seems like forever. He clears his throat, he could do this. This was easy. "Welcome." Nope this was awkward as ****. "Right I'm gonna go now, glad to see you are still alive. Bye."br>
Turns to leave almost runs right into a wall, turns and smiles pretty at Rhiannon. "Wall right here be careful. It's very dangerous." Hurries to leave, wasn't awkward at all.

"Well, alrighty then. I'll make no comments about butts. Well, her butt. Or yours. My wife has a nice tush, though. And I'm pretty sure she'll kill anyone who looks at MY tush. So pretty much like you guys. Right?"

He lets out an audible sigh. "Lesbians. Thank god." He then pauses with an absolutely bewildered expression. "Sorry, you just wouldn't believe the day I'm having. It's like I'm giving off some sort of pheromone. That would be a yes for dinner, so long as it's beer, and every sentence has a ten word limit."

Atticus stares at the woman. And stares. Because, honestly, these people were way too friendly for his tastes. Save Mackenzie, who is far wittier than him, and keeps him on his toes. He looks at this 'Rhiannon' with widening gray eyes, offering his palm over before he truly knows how to react. "Ah. Well, hi, Rhiannon. You obviously know I'm Atticus. It's... Nice to meet you." He watches as she scrawls out her number on his palm, noting to himself he would have to transfer it to his phone before it smeared. "Let's sit in awkward silence sometime soon. 'Kay?"